♪Kerouac gave me a book of poemsAnd Silverstein gave me a songAnd Martin gave me a D-18So I could play alongAnd they've all been fine companionsTo help me get to where I'm goingI guess we're all just walking each other homeWell, I gave the first one my class ringAnd she taught me how to hopeAnd the third one taught me howTo keep on bending till you're brokeAnd broke is where you found meAnd you turned me right to goldI guess we're all just walking each other homeSo take the low road, take the high roadTake whatever road you're onSometimes the wrong one leads you rightSometimes the right one leads you wrongAnd the world just keeps on spinningSo find a head from one and allCause we're all just walking each other homeTwo men sitting on a benchNew friends growing oldWhite and black and laughingAt some story being toldThrowing breadcrumbs to the sparrowsNow that both their wives are goneI guess we're all just walking each other homeSo take the low road, take the high roadTake whatever road you're onSometimes the wrong one leads you rightSometimes the right one leads you wrongAnd the world just keeps on spinningSo find a head from one and allCause we're all just walking each other homeOne day sons turn into dadsAnd one day dads turn into dustCan't tell if I was leading himOr if he was leading usAnd even though I might get lonelyI always know I'm not aloneCause we're all just walking each other homeSo take the low road, take the high roadTake whatever road you're onSometimes the wrong one leads you rightSometimes the right one leads you wrongAnd the world just keeps on spinningSo find a head from one and allCause we're all just walking each other homeWalking each other homeWalking each other homeWe're all just walking each other home